Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
Langston Hughes
Photo by Alistair.
7 comments:
Hari Om
sssiigghhhhh. Oh the freshness of the photo and the sweetness of the words. I too love rain.
Thank you for the Edinburgh link - will look at that the noo. Also thanks for relieving me of menopolyxinaemic angst re the posting last week - actually had one or two crazy things like that happen to mine also. Think Google were tinkering? tsk. Happy Sunday dear fellow. YAM xx
Aw cheers Yamini.
Didn't want you thinking you'd lost the plot last week! Hope you manage to wade through the Edinburgh one. {I really should go and edit it to a better order}
You have a great week too.
Regards,
Alistair.
i so love they beauty in simple things... and how the rain makes them all fresh and new again. lovely photo!
Hey AListair! I'm of no particular religious persuasion, but when someone once told me that "God is in the rain", I felt it was a philosophy I could get behind. Indigo
The rain makes a mess of the tulip fields and tourists from the city ask us why we haven't paved paths in our fields...
Lovely poem. I do like rain - in moderation.
Thanks folks. I was so happy to find this one - especially at this time of year. A wee cracker eh-no?
Have you been listening to Eddie Rabbitt?
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